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Let me dream of love;
Let me dream of love tonight.
Sometimes fantasy can be
Greater than reality.

Let me dream of love tonight.
Let me hold a body tight.
Let me gaze into some eyes
That are kind and beautiful and wise.

Let me dream of love tonight,
Though it may not be real,
No matter how it may feel.
It will not be mistaken for a lie.
Some of my favorite poems are little songs I make up while in the shower.
I composed this and then wanted to get it on the site before it slipped away as so many tidbits often do. (I'm still in my towel) 3/11/2018 6:35pm

p.s. there is a rock festival happening outside my window, so of course I would have music on my brain.
 Feb 2018 President Snow
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Humiga tayo sa damuhan
Tanaw nating ang kalangitan
Di makapaniwala na kasama kita
Puso ko’y tumatalon sa sobrang saya

Parang walang ibang tao sa kapaligiran
Ang oras ay tila binagalan
Hiling ko’y dito lamang manatili
Ngunit darating din ang oras ng pag-uwi
falling asleep in the morning
i woke up at night
with the moon hovering
over my coffee
but it was just the light
the shining down
on me like a voice saying,
you cannot bury yourself
in the gloom
of the night
and the moon
it does not shine
just half its light
and the moon
will never be as bright
as when lovers and dreamers
first found the night.
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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and to swear
the last air i breathe*
is to have you
*in its smoke.
Thank you for three wonderful years .. For the bluest blues , for fiery reds and spellbinding yellows .. For brisk , cheerful winter days and brilliant summers .. For beautiful brown eyes I look forward to each morn .. For lighting my world like springtime sun .. I love you more than ever Kitten ! ❤️
Copyright May 31 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
They say:
"You get what you've given."
but I'm afraid that's not true:

As you have all of me
And I have none of you.
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